AUTHOR: Goddess Isa
EMAIL: goddessisa@aol.com
SUMMARY: Scary, it's a Larry Fic! But read it, you'll like it. Or you'll wonder what I was on when I wrote it
SPOILER: Graduation Day
DISTRIBUTION: Sure, just email me & lmk where it's going - I like seeing my name in print =) http://planetslaythis.homestead.com
FEEDBACK: Please, I'd hate to have to Slay for it. =P
RATING: TV-PG
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, Joss Whedon does. If he ever decides to give them to me, that would be nice. =)
I can't believe my luck. I look at the room full of women and sigh loudly. No one notices, of course. Not too many people noticed me down on Earth, either.
There's one other guy here, but he's so busy checking out the girl with the Jamacian accent that I'm sure he's not my type. That's really too bad though. He's got nice eyes.
I look at the people around me and slowly, I realize who some of them are. The one in the leather is that friend of Buffy's that used to hang around the school a lot. Her name's Hope or something like that. Maybe Charity.
And the blonde driving the cute guy nuts is Harmony. She always hated me. Hmmmm.
I wonder why we're all here, in this room. What we've done to belong together like this.
Then I notice Miss Calendar, the teacher that was killed last year, and it starts to come together.
Harmony and I died at the Ascension. I don't know when Pretty Boy over there got it, but he's got bite marks. Bite marks equals vampire. Miss Calendar's body was found in Mr. Giles' house.
We've all got connections to Buffy.
Wayward, in my case anyway, but we're all connected to her in one way or another.
A tiny part of me is relieved there aren't more of us. Xander, Willow, Hell, even Jonathan could've wound up here with us.
I guess we're lucky we're the only ones.
Pretty Boy is flirting with Miss Calendar now. She blew him off. Good for her. Why doesn't he come over here?
"Who are you?" the friend of Buffy's demands. "You look familiar."
"I'm Larry. You know Buffy, right?"
"Buffy killed me." she said it as though she could've cared less. "What are we doing up here?"
"We all knew Buffy." the Jamacian girl said. "I am Kendra. I was her friend, and also a Slayer."
"That doesn't explain why we're here." Faith said.
"We're here to watch over them." Kendra said. "Buffy and the others. We are to be their Angels now."
Faith rolled her eyes. "Screw that." she tried to leave, but the door to the room was locked.
"I've been here awhile. I can show you the ropes," Ms. Calendar said. "You watch, you help. That's about it."
I eyed Faith. Somehow, I wasn't sure she'd be much help.
Of course, I wasn't too into helping either.
I wanted Pretty Boy over there to dump Harmony and walk on my side of the road.